I spent the morning preparing an elaborate breakfast, my thoughts consumed by the predicament involving Seth and Rex. I called my brother Alex and Rex to the table, their presence a welcome distraction. Dasher, who had offered to assist, was graciously given a plate. He accepted with a nod, noting that he needed to visit the mound later to inform a friend of his whereabouts for the night.
Rex, who seemed particularly ravenous, quickly requested more bacon. I handed him the slices from my plate, and he eagerly devoured them, confessing, "Bacon is my weakness, along with spiral honey ham." I promised him a ham dinner later, and his eyes practically sparkled with delight. After I poured him a cup of coffee, Dasher expressed his willingness to stay and help clean up, while Rex, clearly enjoyi
